Chapter 54 A Scumbag Father Seeks Media Acclaim? The Last Celebration Before the Internet Shutdown

Lin Xingwan snatched the tablet Qian Duoduo handed to her.

On the screen was an emergency broadcast from the local news channel.

Due to the interference from the high heat, the signal was extremely unstable, and the screen flickered with large patches of static.

The camera was aimed at the entrance of an underground air-raid shelter.

Chairman Lin Jianguo was kneeling in front of the camera.

Where was the slightest bit of the majesty he once held as the chairman of Lin Group?

His designer shirt had long since become a pile of tattered rags, his body was covered in black grime, and he was so thin that his cheekbones protruded sharply.

He wept bitterly at the camera that still had power, tears streaming down his face, snot running down to his mouth.

"Save everyone! I beg you all!"

Chairman Lin Jianguo cried as he spoke, his acting skills worthy of an Oscar.

"My daughter, Lin Xingwan, she cashed out twelve billion in advance!"

"She took that money, bought countless amounts of food and water, and even built an underground The Fortress in the Western Suburbs that even a missile couldn't penetrate!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, even starting to beat his chest and stamp his feet.

"She just watched as the common people of the entire city died of thirst and heat, and she wouldn't even look after me, her own father!"

"She's just hiding in that The Fortress on the mountainside in the Western Suburbs, eating and drinking to her heart's content! She doesn't deserve to be human!"

These words were extremely malicious.

In this moment where the whole city was in despair and people would kill for half a mouthful of water.

"Twelve billion," "countless food and water," "The Fortress on the mountainside in the Western Suburbs."

Combining these few phrases was like throwing a heavy nuclear bomb into a pile of refugees!

Sure enough.

The camera swept past behind Chairman Lin Jianguo.

Those refugees who had originally been on the verge of death now had vicious, green glints of light in their eyes.

Greed, jealousy, and the madness of being near death twisted on their faces.

Huo Yuan watched the screen, his expression instantly darkening.

"This old thing is courting death."

He clenched his knuckles until they made a "crack" sound.

"He is inciting the refugees of the entire city to besiege us. Boss, do you want me to take some people and cut out his tongue?"

Lu Ting, standing to the side, also pushed up his glasses, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

"No need."

Lin Xingwan just laughed contemptuously, not even lifting her eyelids.

"It's just the final carnival of a clown."

She threw the tablet back to Qian Duoduo.

"Qian Duoduo, can you hack into the signal source of this channel?"

"I can!"

Upon hearing there was work to do, Qian Duoduo's chubby face, which had just been intimidated by Huo Yuan's aura, instantly perked up.

"The firewall of this crappy TV station is like paper in my eyes."

"That's good."

Lin Xingwan turned and walked to the console on the side, rummaging through a drawer to find a black USB drive.

"Add some seasoning for them."

She tossed the USB drive to Qian Duoduo.

"In here, there is a piece of surveillance footage and audio that I... oh no, that I accidentally obtained in the past."

"Cut off the female reporter's feed, loop this audio for me, and make sure everyone in the city who can still watch TV hears it clearly."

Qian Duoduo took the USB drive and immediately inserted it into a terminal next to him.

His fingers flew across the keyboard.

It took less than ten seconds.

"Done! Signal intercepted!"

At this moment, on the TV screen.

The female reporter was just preparing to hold the microphone and continue the emotional interview with Chairman Lin Jianguo.

"Mr. Lin, may I ask if your daughter really..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

The TV screen suddenly went black.

Immediately after, a piece of extremely clear, high-definition audio without any noise came out from the screen.

It was a man's voice, lowered and filled with malicious calculation.

"Old Liu, there's no problem with putting that medicine in her tonic soup, right?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin. This medicine is colorless and odorless. It can cause heart failure, and it absolutely won't be detected."

"Good! Once that dead woman dies, the thirty percent of shares under her name will be held by me on her behalf!"

The man's voice suddenly grew louder, filled with undisguised ecstasy and ferocity.

"When the time comes, I'll immediately bring Xuelan and Chuchu home! I've had enough of this life of living off a woman!"

This recording was something Lin Xingwan had accidentally found in an old voice recorder while sorting through her mother's belongings in her previous life.

At that time, she hadn't had the chance to bring it out for a confrontation before she was murdered by that scummy man and bitch.

Now, it was finally coming in handy.

The recording played on loop on the TV over and over again.

Chairman Lin Jianguo's familiar voice clearly spread to every corner where people were still paying attention to the news.

The moment Chairman Lin Jianguo on the screen heard this recording.

He froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

The tears and snot on his face froze, his eyes full of ghostly terror and disbelief.

"No... that's not it! This is fake! This is synthesized!"

He waved his hands desperately at the camera, trying to grab it.

But it was already too late.

Those refugees who had originally surrounded him, and who had just felt sympathy for him because of his plea for pity.

At this moment, their eyes had all changed.

If Lin Xingwan not saving him was "unfilial".

Then him poisoning his original wife with his own hands for money, that was just a pure animal!

In The Apocalypse, although everyone had become selfish, they still had an instinctive disgust and fear for a poisonous snake like this who could even poison his own wife.

"Damn it! This old thing is a murderer!"

Someone in the crowd yelled loudly.

"He must have been deliberately tricking us into being cannon fodder just now! He wanted to use us to grab his daughter's things!"

"Beat him to death! Keeping an animal like this is just a waste of air!"

The angry refugees exploded instantly.

Their nerves, already on the verge of collapse due to the high heat and hunger, needed an outlet for release.

And Chairman Lin Jianguo became the best living target.

"Don't... don't hit me! Ah!"

Before Chairman Lin Jianguo could run, he was tackled to the ground by a group of red-eyed refugees.

Fists, feet, and even some people wielding broken bricks rained down on him.

Screams, curses, and the sound of breaking bones were clearly transmitted through the microphone.

Lin Xingwan stood in the Central Control Room, watching this scene coldly.

She felt no pleasure from the revenge, only pity.

A scummy dad is just a scummy dad; he was calculating against others until his death, only to end up being beaten by a mob.

On the screen.

Chairman Lin Jianguo had already been beaten until his head was covered in blood, lying on the ground on the verge of death.

Someone was even tearing at the designer shirt that had already been shredded to rags, trying to see if there was anything valuable.

Just at this moment.

The TV screen suddenly flickered violently a few times.

"Sssss—"

A harsh electrical sound rang out.

Immediately after, the image disappeared completely, turning into a screen full of jumping static.

"What's going on?" Huo Yuan frowned.

Qian Duoduo was typing furiously on the keyboard, sweat dripping "drip, drip" down his chubby face.

"It's cut off! It's all cut off!"

He looked up, a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Boss, the last few root servers in the world have all melted in the high heat just now because the cooling system failed!"

"The local backup signal tower has also burned down."

Qian Duoduo swallowed, his voice trembling.

"The internet... is completely cut off."

No internet.

No communication.

The entire world, at this moment, completely turned into isolated islands of information.

The last thread of civilization was ruthlessly severed by this sixty-plus degree heat.

Lin Xingwan looked at the screen full of static and reached out to turn off the TV.

She turned around and looked at Huo Yuan.

"Let's go, the good show is over."

She adjusted the collar of her leather jacket, her eyes filled with an unquestionable coldness.

"Since the internet is down, the outside world has completely become a lawless zone."

"Then tonight, it's time for us to go out and set some rules."